He had her crazily throughout the entire night, and it wasn't until the first light of dawn that the two figures finally calmed down.
Luo Qiangwei's voice was hoarse from screaming, having long since passed out from exhaustion, while Mo Shiche's severe insomnia for the past two months was finally cured tonight. Holding her sweat-drenched body, he slowly drifted to sleep.
At one point, he awoke with a splitting headache due to the hangover and heard the muffled complaint of the woman in his arms, "My hand hurts... Mo Shiche... my hand really hurts..."
He cracked open his eyes to see her face, a mix of surprise and self-mockery on his face, and... was it all just a dream again?
In his half-awake state, he reached out to cup her face and slowly kissed her. Luo Qiangwei let out a soft moan and wriggled, "Mmm... My hand hurts..."
It was then that Mo Shiche noticed her hands were still bound to the headboard, and he carelessly freed her.
